A wee Glesga wumman goes intae a butcher shop, where the butcher has
just came oot the freezer, and is standing haunds ahint his back, with
his erse aimed at an electric fire. The wee wumman checks oot the
display case then asks, 'Is that yer Ayrshire bacon?'
'Naw,' replies the butcher. 'It's jist ma haun's ah'm heatin'.